Date: Fri, 24 May 2002 04:54:44 +0000
From: Jemland Medlock
Subject: Jemland's Box - Part 2
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Jemland's Box
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Part 2 -- The Dream
The two of them were naked. He had pinned the kid face down on the bed, his
hands spread out over the kid's lower back, his elbows locked. The kid's
legs hung down off the side of the bed, spread wide by his knees and thighs.
He had his cock buried deep up inside the kid's ass. From behind them all I
could see of their cocks was his ball sac as it guarded the entrance to the
kid's hole. Holding his sac there was a chrome metal cock ring. I could see
the kid's balls stretched back over the edge of the bed as if they were
gasping for space under the weight of their conqueror. He was grinding his
weight into the kid's buttocks, adjusting himself and squirming from side to
side. His ass was clenching as he tried to get every last bit of himself
inside the kid's back door.
The odor from the room was so strong I wondered why I hadn't choked before
this. The sour, creamy smell of their jock sweat combined with the salty,
rank stench of their body odor. Stepping into the room, a wave of heat
blasted me like the opening of an oven, its blistering heat forcing open the
pores of my face and filling my throat and lungs with each breath. Looking
at the pale bricks of the wall I could see ripples of heat exciting the air
like waves in a pond. Near the desk a sage bush growing out of the brick
wall was on fire, its misty smoke twisting into the room in little tendrils
like snakes. It too was playing a part in this sensuous portrait, giving
away its life to color and texture the air.
His body was dripping with perspiration, the shine of his face lined with
streaks of sweat and grime from his scalp. He looked lustfully down at the
body below him, now sheathing his manhood, his very being. To look at his
frame atop the kid was perfection. The curve of his spine hinted at the
invisible arc of his eyes' sexual energy as it surged from his head down
through his body and groin and into the body beneath him. Leaning over and
bracing himself on the bed with one hand he reached around the kid's body
and lifted the kid into his chest, their skin becoming one between them. The
kid's dick was hard and pointed up pulsing wildly for attention. He grabbed
the two pillows from the head of the bed and held them to the kid's groin as
he lifted the kid on his cock into the middle of the bed. Now kneeling on
the bed, he let the kid down onto his stomach again, his ass elevated by the
pillows beneath them. Again he pushed the kid's legs apart with his own,
massaging the skin of the kid's armpits, then pulling the skin, squeezing
and rubbing his way down to the kid's waist, placing both hands firmly in
position for their movements to begin.
"Ohhh!!" the kid pleaded as that cock ever so slowly withdrew from the
depths of his ass. They were both breathing heavily and deeply, sharing in
the heat and smoke in the room. I saw the length of his sticky pole being
exposed as it emerged from the kid's hole. The kid had a bit of hair in his
ass crack that was now pasty and wet with sweat and lube. I could see the
kid's asshole squeezing and twitching as that cock slid out. Finally the
huge cock head emerged and sat pressed against his clenching pucker, a
sizzling and electrical kiss of pleasure. He lay there awaiting the man
above him, totally in his power. He had turned his head to one side, blowing
hot air noisily out his mouth. His elbows lay high on the bed, arms bent so
that his hands met above his head. I could see the hair of his armpits as he
held the fingers of one hand tightly in the other above his head.
In one long swift thrust he drilled back into the kid's ass placing all his
weight on the kid's thighs and buttocks beneath him. The kid moaned against
his immense size and writhed on the bed with nowhere to go. Taking one hand
off the kid's back, he raised it high above his head and then brought his
palm down hard on the kid's butt, spanking him with a loud smack. The skin,
already sensitive from the heat went immediately white, showing the shape of
his hand. He raised his hand again in what I thought would be another
spanking, but instead his arm, his shoulders and his whole torso twisted
toward me. Pointing his finger straight at me, he peered directly into my
eyes.
Seeing his face I suddenly realized it was the hockey player from down the
hall and he was fucking my roommate Jason. I was also aware of the burning
heat on my own skin as I stood there suddenly naked, my bare feet tingling
at the sensation of the rough carpet beneath them. He caught me again, and
this time he saw all of me. He saw every bit of my body before him. He saw
all my desire, my lust, my passion, now unrestrained. My hands itched to
cover myself, my body to recoil from his gaze but I was transfixed by the
power of his glare, like a bolt of lightning shooting through his twisted
neck, his shoulder, his arm, his hand, out his finger and across the room
right into my breast. I felt it tingling all through me as sweat broke out
on my forehead and chest, little drops forming under my arms. My dick was so
hard I could almost hear the echo of its pulsing energy off the walls and
ceiling. With that same devilish smirk and raised eyebrow he slowly turned
over his pointed finger and opened his hand, offering me his empty palm
across the room. With two quick movements of his fingers he egged me on,
inviting me to join them.
He pulled his cock out again leaving a space of several inches between their
bodies and slapped the skin below his navel to show me where I belonged. As
I walked toward the bed I felt my body disappear, my spirit melding with
each of them, becoming one with them. I could feel his strong stomach now
pressed against Jason's ass, now my ass. I could feel the warmth of Jason's
ass pucker against his cock, now my cock. I was lost in the intense physical
closeness of both their bodies, the sensations between them like a dialogue
in its own language.
I felt him fucking us, the length and warmth of his cock filling us and
moving within us. His cock was so thick. I felt his cock stretching our ass
on its downthrust. No amount of squeezing, clenching or writhing could stop
it. The stickiness of the lube made for an oozing and slippery feeling that
stopped only when his balls slapped the skin under our ass. I was overcome
with selfless feelings of giving, that we could give our body in total
submission to him and be totally complete beneath him. I felt the force and
weight of his pelvic bone as it sealed our ass shut with each powerful
thrust, the oily quills of his pubic hairs grinding into our ass crack. I
felt the weight of his knees on the back of our legs, the rawness of the
hair on his thighs against the backs of our thighs. I felt the strength of
his fingers about our waist as he impaled us with his cock. I felt the tiny
hairs on our arms and neck standing on end, sensitive to the hot air moving
about us. We were grunting and moaning with him, vocalizing the ecstasy of
our bodies united as one.
I felt Jason's body bouncing and squirming beneath us. As we fucked Jason I
wanted to get closer to him, to be inside him. I loved feeling the heat of
his ass around our cock. I wanted to let loose upon him all the fire of my
lust. I felt the strain of his thighs spread wide under our weight. I felt
the muscles in his back and waist flexing against our firm grip. I felt our
skin sliding on his as we fucked him. I felt our cock pulsing in his ass
under restraint of that cock ring tight around its base. I felt the tickle
of our wet hair as it brushed our face and neck, sweat dripping off to slide
down our chest and back. I felt the hot air in our mouth like a sensual kiss
against our lips as we blew out each scorching breath.
Then again I felt him fucking us, his body in total control over us. He
settled into a fucking rhythm that was steady, unrelenting and strong. The
heat from the room and the smoke of the burning sage filled our lungs and
our eyes; it coated our skin and permeated our bodies, totally consuming us.
My awareness moved beyond myself and I seemed to lose the sense of myself,
surrendering totally between the two of them.
My attention floated away from the rhythm of his pounding cock and focused
on the waves of pleasure his rhythm was sending down my legs and up through
my body. He was holding onto my torso, smothering my ass and lower back with
his stomach and abs on each thrust. With my armpits exposed again he reached
under my shoulders and grabbed me by the wrists above my head, placing the
whole length and weight of his chest on my back. His pecs and abs were so
hard and firm against me. I reached a new high as I felt the hair on his
chest and stomach on my back. The stubble of his chin poked and scraped me
like sandpaper as he brought his chin to my neck, breathing heavily into my
ear. His fucking had become scooping motions of his whole body, his hips,
pelvis and stomach bucking to keep his cock deep inside me.
He was grunting and moaning with me. I spread my legs wider beneath him so
that his knees and legs were inside mine. I placed my feet over his calves
locking our legs together. "Oh yeah," he was grunting over and over. He was
yelling it now. I bent my knees to grab his thighs with my ankles pulling
his hips deeper into my ass. He slowed his rhythm making long powerful
thrusts into my ass. He brought his own ankles up to meet mine, pulling my
ankles tighter into his thighs as he exploded again and again into my ass,
his entire body flexed on top of me.
"J.P. J.P." he said. He was yelling my name. "J.P.! J.P.!"
"What??" I replied in total confusion.
"J.P.! Are you going to get that?" It was Jason yelling at me from his bed
across the room. My alarm clock was buzzing on the table next to my bed. I
reached out toward it. It said, "7:02".
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